Buy (or make from a wire clothes hanger) a narrow 2-pronged campfire roasting fork. Stab one end of the bacon across the tines, then wrap the bacon around and around and stab off the other end to secure. Roast it at moderate speed over an open campfire, so the bacon gets crisp on the outside and sizzle-fries a bit softer in its on own juices in the inner coils.

In case you didn't realize it, I DO have a sense of humor. How about you?"I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer... I will face my fear. I will let it pass over and through me, and when it has gone, only I will remain." --The Bene Gesserit"Time is a spiral. Space is a curve. I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve." -- Neil Peart"I'm not in the ship. I am the ship." -- River Tam"The truth is simple. It's the lies that get complicated." -- me"No matter where you go, there you are." --Buckaroo Banzai

I know a Welsh recipe for baked potatoes with bacon...I find it difficult not to eat some of the bacon during the cooking process though. Simply bake the potato and cook the bacon. Scoop out the potato reserving the skins. Mix the potato with butter, bacon, cheese and chopped leek and then scoop the mix back into the skins. Put in the oven for about ten minutes at gas 5.

The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.

Any time you get the urge to work on firewood, you give me a call and I'll fix you right up. Plenty of firewood here for you to cut, split, stack, and re-stack, any time you feel like it.

There's all kinds of room in the basement for more - that heap you see there is already gone up the chimney. I'm using the stuff in the big room down there now.

"Mit der Dummheit kämpfen Götter selbst vergebens."("Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.")-- Friedrich Schiller (1759–1805)Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.-- Philip K DickOK, now let's look at four dimensions on the blackboard.-- Dr. JoyEnglish isn't much of a language for swearing. When I studied Ancient Greek I was delighted to discover a single word - Rhaphanidosthai - which translates roughly as "Be thou thrust up the fundament with a radish for adultery."

I have to admit that those piles of firewood give me some nostalgia for my childhood. They had me sectioning and splitting firewood (with a full sized ax) by the time I was 10. Another sami-norse child-rearing practice that would be considered "endangerment" by today's standards, I think. Of course, they didn't have me using chain saws and arc-welders until I was 13, so its not like they were being "reckless" by their standards. First they taught me to drive cars, motorboats, motorcycles, and snowmobiles. I wasn't allowed to use any firearm that would actually knock me over from the recoil without adult supervision, either. Good thing I was a big kid, or I might have felt left behind :)

Oh, and I love bacon! On my training regime, I get bacon for breakfast every day!

In case you didn't realize it, I DO have a sense of humor. How about you?"I will not fear. Fear is the mind-killer... I will face my fear. I will let it pass over and through me, and when it has gone, only I will remain." --The Bene Gesserit"Time is a spiral. Space is a curve. I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve." -- Neil Peart"I'm not in the ship. I am the ship." -- River Tam"The truth is simple. It's the lies that get complicated." -- me"No matter where you go, there you are." --Buckaroo Banzai